Night, night,
he tore through the jungle
Dressed in khaki, pursued by demons
He thought of her,
he thought of something awful
What if the phone was
tapped in Bogota?
And he's on the run,
an d the girl don't come
An d he smiles with a hand on a pistol
Say, yeah, I'm alright, hey, hey
I said, yeah, I'm alright,
hey, hey
Sittin' in his mansion,
his heart was burnin'
Sippin' brandy while the
fireplace crackled
He smashed his glass and yelled,
saddle up midnight
To hell with the humor
of a simple -minded a tutor an
d he's on the run
Pores sweat gleaming
in the midnight sun
And much later with the
noose around his neck
He said, yeah, all right, hey, hey
I said, yeah, all right, hey, hey
Three complete American novels
I get a lot of hot
while something still matters
Three complete American novels
I get a lot of hot
while something still matters
Say yeah
In the cafe, under the table
The dirty envelope is just
bursting with hundreds
He said, Gringo,
don't forget which side you're on
I said, senor, the signs are all long gone
So, hint to the mad,
mad days in Havana
When we thought our
youth was eternal
And the rebels,
were fighting in the mountains
While the mafia's building
a gambling palace
And the only thing that mattered
was a girl named Maria
I said, yeah, hey, alright
I said yeah, hey hey, alright
Three complete American novels
Get them while they're hot
while some things still matter
Three complete American novels
Get them while they're hot
while some things still matter
Three complete American novels
Again, while the hot,
wild stuff is still matters
Three complete American novels